All that’s necessary is to want what happens. Herein the flower of peace, the death of desire.
Co-dependence is a useful term. It means: What we cling to, we suffer from. Hold on to nothing.
There is nothing to fear. Fear = False Evidence Appearing Real.
Worry is the Walmart of mental illness.
I cannot know who I am until I’m clear about who I’m not. So I start with this: I am not the body. Then this: I am not who I think I am.
Something happens. Mind says, “That should not have happened.” So now I’m at war with reality, still bullishly unaware that I invigorate and prolong whatever I’m against.